Semua Bab Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake : Bab 61 - Bab 70

POV: EvelynBy the time I get back to my office, everything looks exactly the way it’s supposed to. I step through the glass doors without breaking stride, already scanning the space out of habit. My assistant looks up immediately, straightening in her seat.“You’re back early,” she says.“Something came up,” I reply, already walking past her.“Do you want me to—”“No interruptions unless it’s urgent,” I cut in, not slowing down.She nods quickly. “Understood.”I don’t wait for anything else. I push my office door open and step inside, letting it close behind me with a soft click that shuts out the rest of the world.For a second, I just stand there.Not because I don’t know what to do, but because my mind is already running through everything at once. Rebecca’s words, the confirmation about Samantha, the fact that they thought Toby was leverage like he was just some piece in a game they could move around whenever they felt like it.My fingers curl slightly at my sides.I move to my d

POV: EvelynBy the time evening settles in, I’m already done with the office.Not because there isn’t work to do. There’s too much of it, actually. Too many files and that project sitting right at the center of everything like a loaded gun no one else realizes is about to go off.But I don’t stay because staying there means sitting in the same space Arthur walked into earlier and that fucking creeped the hell out of me.So I leave.I go to the school to pick Toby up myself for the first time in a while. He runs up to me the second he sees me, backpack half falling off his shoulder, talking before he even reaches me.“Mom, we had this thing today and I almost won but then Daniel cheated—”“He didn’t cheat,” I say automatically, crouching slightly to fix his bag properly. “You just didn’t win baby. That's a serious accusation and you should learn to accept loosing baby.”“That’s the same thing,” he insists.“It’s not.”He huffs like I’ve personally offended him, and I almost smile.Almo

POV: EvelynI had spent hours at Malachi’s and by the time I get home, I don’t switch on the main lights when I step inside, just the small ones and I drop my bag by the table and stand there for a moment. The project is still open on my laptop from earlier, sitting there like I had instructed some of the staff to keep it before I got home. I sit down and pull it closer, letting the chair take my weight while I go back into the files. It’s easier to think when I’m working. Samantha’s trail is clearer now, but every time I fix one layer, I find another one sitting underneath it. Money moving through accounts that don’t belong to her, names swapped out just enough times to delay attention, and timing that feels too intentional to be random. It isn’t messy work. It’s careful work. Which means she didn’t do it in panic. She did it with time.I lean back slightly, exhaling through my nose as I scroll through another set of transfers. It all connects to the same point, just like I though

POV: NinaI shouldn’t be here.That’s the first thing that sits in my head as I stand outside her door, staring at it like it’s going to give me a different answer if I wait long enough. It won’t. It never does with her. Rebecca doesn’t do hesitation. She doesn’t do second chances handed out easily.And I still came anyway.I let out a slow breath and push the door open before I can change my mind. If I stand here any longer, I’ll walk away and pretend I didn’t almost do this, and I don’t have that option anymore. Not after everything that’s already gone wrong.The door shuts behind me with a soft click.She’s already there.Of course she is. Rebecca is sitting on the couch like she’s been expecting me, one arm stretched along the back, a glass sitting untouched in her hand. She doesn’t look surprised. She doesn’t even look curious.She just looks at me.“You took your time,” she says.Her voice is calm, like this is nothing, like I didn’t just walk into something I’ve been trying to

POV: ArthurI don’t sleep.By three in the morning, I stop pretending I’m trying to.The city lights cut through the glass walls of the penthouse, stretching across the floor in long pale lines while I sit in the dark with a drink I haven’t touched in over twenty minutes. My phone is still on the table beside me, screen dim, the photo of Toby burned into my head so deeply at this point that I don’t even need to look at it anymore.Every time I close my eyes, I see him.And every time I see him, I see her standing beside him like I was never supposed to exist in that picture.My jaw tightens slightly.No.That’s the part I can’t let go of because Evelyn didn’t just leave me. She rebuilt an entire life without me in it and somehow that irritates me more than the lies.The soft sound of footsteps pulls me out of my thoughts and I glance up just as Rebecca walks into the room wearing one of my old shirts like she owns the place.Maybe she thinks she does.“You’re brooding again,” she says